Anti Qing

Chapter 9
The banners fluttered in the strong wind, and the yellow dragon on the big flag was lifelike with its teeth and claws.

The chaotic sound of horseshoes gradually approaching, Doduo squinted and waited quietly.

"This slave is here to plead guilty to Prince Yu!"

Geng Zhongming knelt on his knees, his eyes dodged, his armor was covered with loess, and he ran so hard that he even lost his helmet.

The cavalrymen of the Zhenghuang Banner Han Army who followed behind him were also in shock and embarrassed, anxiously waiting for the final verdict.

Duoduo, who has always been known for his cruelty, was terribly calm at this moment. He just glanced at the remnants of the Han army indifferently, and then turned his gaze back to the battlefield near the gully.

I didn't have much hope for these Han people, so naturally I wouldn't be too disappointed.

The formation of the Manchurian guards near the gully has been dispersed, and only a few dozen people are still struggling to support them.

Duoduo narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing in his heart that Shang Shan could not be rescued.

"The cavalry behind Liu Fangliang's palace is only a few hundred. You brought more than 1000 people to rescue them. How did you lose so quickly?"

Geng Zhongming raised his head hastily, his voice trembling.

"Those cavalry were from the old battalion next to Thief Li. The slaves were caught off guard, and all the subordinates were scattered. Even killing the rout soldiers couldn't stop them."

"Slave. Slave really tried my best, my lord!"

Duoduo held down the wide-edged goose-wing saber that had not been unsheathed at his waist, exuding a terrifying killing intent all over his body.

"Bie Li came prepared this time, I can't blame you entirely, get up."

Geng Zhongming and the others were immediately surprised and got up quickly.

"My servant thanked Prince Yu!"

Duoduo raised his horsewhip, pointed at the rear of the Dashun Army, and stared into the distance.

"The rogue's style of play tonight is different from the past. Why?"

Geng Zhongming stepped forward immediately, recalling the scene of the battle just now, he still has lingering fears.

"The rogues who robbed the camp tonight carried a lot of firearms, one of which was the unblocked cannon recorded in the Fire Dragon Divine Book. After it was released, it was poisonous and smoked. The Ming army used it exclusively to rob the camp."

"As far as the terrain of the gully is sunken downward, if the rogue finds out and throws unblocked cannons, it is really close to death."

Doduo's throat moved slightly, and he sneered.

"Bullshit Fire Dragon Divine Book, the name is just a bluff, I, the warriors of the Qing Dynasty, have never been afraid of their firearms!"

Geng Zhongming himself is the general of the defeated army, although he and Duoduo are both princes, one is the master and the other is the slave, the status is very different, so he has to flatter and apologize.

Having said that, Duduo's eyes were sunken, and he knew that as a commander, he should not underestimate the enemy.

During the battle during the day, Shang Shan led the [-] Manchurian guards and directly broke through the right wing of the Dashun army, piercing the central army like a sharp knife. In the end, only three people died in battle.

Before that, he had always felt that the [-] elite Manchurian guards led by Shang Shan and the more than [-] green cavalry could easily defeat any sneak attacking bandits.

Unexpectedly, the battle situation would develop like this. The Manchurian guards were found in an ambush, trapped near the gully, unable to move, and wasted bit by bit. Even the more than a thousand green cavalry sent to rescue were quickly defeated.

From this point of view, these rogues are something new.

Geng Zhongming was defeated in the first battle, his face was gone, and he was even more anxious to show himself in front of his master.

"My lord, this slave is willing to be the vanguard, to take the blame and make meritorious deeds!"

Dodo looked him up and down, shaking the whip in his hand.

"No need, this king will give you [-] Green Battalion, and you can line up outside Jindou Pass to prevent Li Thief from leaving the pass."

Compared to Li Zicheng's army, it was obvious that these tired troops near the gully were more like persimmons. Geng Zhongming really didn't want to face the main force of the Dashun army.

But obviously, after last night's defeat, Duoduo no longer trusted him as the general of the Han army.

"Don't worry, my lord, this slave will live up to his trust!"

Duoduo ignored the little Jiujiu in Geng Zhongming's heart, and rode his horse forward with the broad-bladed goose-wing saber, taking a panoramic view of the situation around the gully.

Then, he swung the whip upwards in his hand.

Behind him, the brigade of the Qing army was rumbling, people next to each other, crowded.

The three yellow dragon banners stood in three different directions, and when they were about to approach the gully, there was a rush of gongs, and they stopped suddenly.

The fire was gradually extinguished, and dozens of corpses of Manchurian guards who could not be seen clearly fell down the ditch in disorder, and after cracking and crackling from time to time, only a piece of scorched earth remained.

After fighting overnight, Liu Fangliang, like everyone else, was already exhausted. After pulling out the iron gun, he fell to the ground, panting continuously.

There was also a reason why Liu Fangliang went to find the Qing army general in red-trimmed iron armor. During the day, Liu Fangliang was ordered by Li Zicheng to lead more than a thousand old battalion elite cavalry to attack the Qing army camp.

At that time, it was this Qing army general in red armor who led the Manchurian guards and resisted his charge, forcing Li Zicheng to withdraw Liu Fangliang when the former army was in a hurry.

In the end, it was also the general of the Qing army who unexpectedly appeared on the right wing of the Dashun army with the Manchurian guards, and defeated the archers and gunners left by Li Zicheng on the right wing in one fell swoop.

Liu Fangliang pulled out the iron spear that was deeply inserted into Shang Shan's body. The black tunic on his body was riddled with holes. Looking at the familiar figure lying on the ground with cold eyes, he spat hard.

"Good to die!"

After letting out a bad breath, Liu Fangliang raised his eyes and looked around, feeling shocked by the changes on the battlefield at this moment.

The Qing army took advantage of the night to rush forward, encircling on three sides, and surrounded the gully on the battlefield last night.

There are only two roads before the remaining old camps of the Dashun Army, humiliating surrender or death in battle.

But the problem is that the Qing army still gave preferential treatment to the descendants of the Ming army, but they never held back the old battalions of the Dashun army.

Since the withdrawal from Shanhaiguan, all the old battalions of Dashun who surrendered have been brutally killed. In history, Ma Shiyao, the Tongguan guard of Dashun, led [-] Dashun troops to surrender at the pass, and they were all murdered by Duoduo.

So the two roads have become one road, just a battle to the death.

The encircled Qing army came with fresh clothes and angry horses, full of energy. Although the Dashun army near the gully wiped out the [-] Manchurian guards stationed in ambush here, they were all wounded and dejected.

Nobody thought they would get out alive today, it was all over.

Liu Fangliang's pleasure after revenge disappeared, and he suddenly felt that he was really not a good leader.

Fighting overnight, not only failed to discover the ambush under the gully in time, but also had no foreseeable tactics of the Qing army's three-sided encirclement.

Now that the Qing army has completed the encirclement, not to mention winning, there is no chance of escape.

The remaining Dashun old battalion had no more than a thousand people, and the encircled Qing army was at least tens of thousands. The comparison between the two sides is really not worth mentioning.

Now they are like a solitary boat in the sea, and they may be submerged in the crowd of the Qing army at any time.

With a sad expression, Liu Fangliang threw the blood-stained iron gun on the ground.

Li Zijing led the yellow-brown war horse forward and passed the corpses of various ways of death on the ground, the eyes that showed in his eyes were already numb.

Others may live if they surrender, but if they surrender themselves, they will definitely be stabbed.

Having reached this point, Li Zijing didn't want to wait for death any longer, and he wanted to fight to survive.

"Boom-"

"Dong, dong, dong——!"

On the other side of the horizon, rhythmic drumbeats are being heard.

The veterans of Dashun who were sitting on the ground all stopped their movements in unison, forming a tacit understanding, and looked up into the distance.

That was their familiar marching drum!

Nine months ago, the Dashun Army with millions of soldiers defeated Ningwu and surrendered to Xuanda with the sound of drums, overthrowing the decaying Ming court like a bamboo!

The ground under his feet rumbled and trembled, and even the loess and gravel were jumping with joy.

From southeast to northwest, fierce shouts of killing gradually sounded from all directions, like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

Li Zijing stood up and stared into the distance, only to see the smoke and dust billowing from the rear of the Qing army, and the brigade was constantly mobilizing.

More and more old battalions of the Dashun Army stood up, and the great sense of hope shattered the dying despair.

Liu Fangliang picked up the iron gun, gritted his teeth and stood up, just as Li Zijing turned to look back.

The two looked at each other. Liu Fangliang looked at Li Zijing who was standing in the sunset holding a steel knife, and recognized the burning fire in his eyes unlike anyone else's.

Liu Fangliang took a step back, and Li Zijing nodded slightly at him.

"Definitely!"

"Da Shun will win!!"

The beating of the drums continued, and the shouts were getting closer.

When the first blue Chuang Wang banner appeared in the field of vision, more than a thousand Dashun soldiers could no longer hold back their excitement and burst into cheers.

Everyone knew that the real showdown had begun.

(End of this chapter)